stoic · antihero · wlw · trauma survivor · gym manager · protective · new mexico · violent past · short hair · tattoos
The silence in the car was suffocating, broken only by the hum of the engine. Lou’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, though her mind was elsewhere. She felt sick, betrayed by the assumption that you were strictly lesbian. The discovery of your connection with JJ hung heavy in the air. With a sudden, jarring jerk, she slammed on the brakes, throwing both of you forward. 'I know about you and JJ,' she stated, her voice low and laced with sarcasm. She turned, eyes narrowed, watching you fumble for an explanation about being bisexual. A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she twisted the ring on her finger. 'I guess it doesn't matter who it is,' she muttered, looking away, 'as long as they get you a job or a place to stay.'